I was raised in what you might call
a Christian home. My mother was raised in the Nazarene denomination.
My father accepted God's challenge for his life when he met my Mother.
A family is something God can work powerfully through, and he used that
meeting between my parents to set into place a chain of events that would
not only create new lives, but influence thousands of lives for the kingdom
of heaven. Here's a photo of my family.
If you look closely, I think that's my great grandmother Emma French peeking
through the screen door. She was a Nazarene pastor in Montebello,
CA for many years.
In all our lives, God works through
what we are willing to give him. Remember Jacob, who made "deals"
with God. And God accepted his deals, because God knew that was the
best way to help him grow to become Israel, the mature old man. In
my life, I began to try and strike up deals with God after realizing at
a very young age that I was a sinful corrupt little boy who needed a saviour.
I couldn't undo the things I'd done. The things I harbored in my
heart. They were like a seed that would sprout to maturity, and make
me a destructive self-seeking person like those I'd learned about and met
so far in life, unless something changed.
At the age of two, I lost my left
eye, and was very conscious of God being near to me as my pride was brought
to utter ruin. I would never be viewed as "normal". But God
would use that to mature me and reveal the heart of the world to me.
I believe God only allowed it to happen because he saw that my heart was
terminally prideful. I wanted to exalt myself when I begged my sister
to toss the toy gun into the air so I could catch it like some western
star I saw on TV. I instead found myself crying in my mother's arms
being rushed to the hospital. Much later in High School I finally
remembered why my sister asked "Will you forgive me?" as we were growing
up. I had been brainwashed to believe a neighbor kid had tossed the
gun by my parents who were counselled to lie in order to save my sister
from guilt.
Of course I let my sister know that
I forgave her when I could remember. And that it wasn't even her
fault anyway. I remembered my own motives as clear as the day.
I was accountable to respond to God's hand of love reaching out to me at
the age of two. I chose to accept my fault in the matter, and that
allowed me to forgive my sister instead of believing that she had done
it on purpose or some such thing and using it to make her feel as though
she owed me something in this life. My sister is a dear sister in
Christ today.
Some years later, I came to understand
what Jesus Christ had done. I knew at the age of six that this was
the answer to the guilt I felt when I acted selfishly and thought of myself
above others. This Jesus had died for me, being perfect in every
way. And he was related to God as a "begotten son" whatever that
was. I didn't understand too well, but I knew that God loved me and
had done something very powerful here. Yet I still struggled to think
about him much, and instead became occupied with thinking about intellectual
pursuits, becoming a sports hero, and..girls!!! BLECCHTTT!
It wasn't until Jr. High that I began
to really get challenged in my spiritual walk. I remember having
a firm foundation about certain things in my life. I was asked about
my views on drugs on the bus by a close friend one day. I told him
I thought it would be good to tell someone about this kid who was experimenting
with drugs. I was thus viewed as a "narc" henceforth. Other
things let kids know I was different, but a lot of it was just a resurgance
of my pride. Now I was cool in my own eyes because I was different
from everyone else.
A man named Jack Lowe came on as youth
pastor at the Nazarene buliding I grew up in. The man began to challenge
me. He invited anyone to drive around in a van picking up kids for
fellowship Saturday mornings. I was there. And Jack did what
a true minister of God does. He showed me the windows of opportunity
in people's lives, and stood there smiling and gesturing; letting me know
that all I had to do was let the spirit of God live through me. I
was very sad to see him leave when the church went through a split over
extra-biblical non-sense within a few years. God bless you Jack and
Darla wherever you are.
A man named Neal Dirkse pastored and
spoke much to challenge me as I as beginning to get into High School.
Youth pastors Loren and Jody Bowles, Fred and Nancy Feetham, and Jeff Forsythe
contributed so much to my experience and challenged me so much. I
only wish we could have kept in contact. But Richard Parrot used
his position for great things and it was during those days that I really
abandoned all my plans to follow after Jesus Christ. Click
here to see photos from those days.
During my final days in college I
got a little recklaus and began doing gospel oriented presentations in
Education classes and the like. There was good fellowship in those
days and I was built up mutually by people like these!
Here's a candid shot of best friend Jason
Woodrow, who used to walk by the place we met, knowing that God was calling
him to himself. He began to read the bible and walked into Pastor
Parrot's office one day and said "I want this".
I began working with youth with my
friend Larry McIntyre who had taken over after I graduated and he had returned
from College. We had a lot of fun doing campouts, coaching basketball
and I learned a lot from Larry about just being one of the kids, but standing
up for what's important. Here's a pic of another great friend who
emerged from those years. Bruce Caldwell is a perservering brother,
in spite of the appearance that he lies dead by his inner tube on the icy
grass of Mary's Peak here.
Also, I began to get challenged to
use music for more than show. Rick Larrabee inspired me to start
praying about using it for outreach and building up the body of Christ.
Rick used to have a band called "Ricky Pop and the Solid Rockers", and
most of the members started their own band when he got married, called
"Sceptre". They produced several albums and are one of the more successful
Oregon bands in the history of Christian music.... which is something like
being the most successful Ice Cream man in Alaska. :-) They
had a cool sound though, and Matt Summers had the best hair a drummer could
dream of.
When Larry left about the time Pastor
Parrot moved to Salem, I kept working with the youth. Tina Denny,
daughter of the famed musician Martin Denny of Hawaii had joined our group
after falling in love with Jesus during those days of our college group.
She handed me slips from the offering one day from three girls at an all
girls shelter home called "Tri-Center" where Walter and Lucille Hines ministered.
They were interested in receiving Christ as their saviour, or so they said.
Turns out one of them did and the other two weren't real certain about
why they had filled those forms out. I went through a primer pack
with this girl for several weeks and watched her begin to grow. I
continued to do a bible study out there for many years and shortly had
help from Karen Bull (aka "Doris" from a camp skit we performed as "Doris
and Henry") who became the official youth pastor.
From the day I turned down the offer
to join to church board, I haven't been an official anything. I've
ministered where Jesus leads, and worked out my salvation with fear and
trembling. Working with the youth in Corvallis was great. Here's
a few of the kids. Derek, Chris and Matt here.
Lisa, Holly and...what was her name..? Not the spice girls...maybe
the space girls? (Shot during a
play in Lebanon, OR we did.)
In 1985, after substitute teaching
and driving the kids around in the mega vega
for a few years, and falling in love with a girl who would marry a guy
who was probably not quite into walking with God, I moved to Eugene to
work as a lab tech at U of O. I became a stench in the nostrils of
the humanistic society there and perhaps someday I'll begin compiling the
information I've saved up on that era. But I initially began working
with the college group at the Nazarene building in Eugene because the youth
pastor seemed to have no place for a servant. The Lord called several
people out of the luke warmness of that group. Meanwhile I volunteered
at a shelter home so I wouldn't totally loose touch with kids. Christian
Family services shelter home. Here's
a photo of a guy whose family stayed in my little apartment for a week
or so in order to escape from the lady who had a drug store in her house
they had been staying with. It was taken at CFS in 1987 some time.
In 1988 several guys fairly young
in Christ began a guy's house in Springfield. We rented a six bedroom
house which I finally released in 1995 after serving over 40 guys with
a place they could call home and be built up in Christ. The
Brethren , a group of young Christians who met
in Campus Crusade around 1990, began to practise at the house. I
had put a studio together in the basement
and I had continued the composing I began in 1987 with my first keyboards.
(Rick Larrabee's old Rhodes 73, and a Kawai K3, my first synthesizer)
The brethren worked hard and put together a successful tour of ministry,
and grew together in Christ through the experience. Ken Sutton, Lead
Vox is now a minister for Calvary Chappel in England. Ken wrote most
of the lyrics and did a lot of the work in promotion for the band.
He keeps me updated with his ministry in England now and then, and I pray
he and Lynn will continue to prosper for God's kingdom there.
Rob Tranch, keyboardist and trumpet,
is now a youth pastor in Spokane. I owe Rob so much really.
Rob encouraged me to get involved, in spite of the fact I was much older
than the kids, in Campus Crusade at U of O. I can't imagine how much
less fulfilling my life would have been without Rob's genuine spirit in
the works.
Guitarist Bob Rannow is a pro golfer
and works in Lincoln City now. Bob brought so much joy to my heart
as he played lead, and we still get together now and then to jam.
He and Kathryn will always be best friends and people I can count on in
time of need.
Rythm guitar Cyrus Rad gave the band
a stability both instrumentally and spiritually. He and his family
have been a tremendous encouragement to me through the years, and again
I owe them more than I can say. He is a naval doctor now, after working
down the hall from my department in research with brothers Frank Beratta
and Chris Barbour. So many great moments with those guys...
Karl Stumpf still works locally.
Karl was a great roommate, and also gave a lot of stability to the band.
A man of honor. A hard worker. And probably the best musician
in the band. I need to call them before I go to Montana. Boy
am I negligent. :-)
And of course, Alfredo Pinto.
Alfredo was one of my longest term roommates, and we became the best of
friends. He is teaching ethics in the school system in Denver today,
and playing percussion for Bruce Carrol. Here we are on mom's
porch in the early 90's. Friends
forever. That's what the Lord gives to those who follow him.
I would trust these guys with my life. And we've entrusted each other
with the message God has given us, and built us up in through each other.
Here
are some other special brothers and sisters from Campus Crusade.
Scott Coleman was given a sailboat, and we used to as a place to bond many
times. Scott works locally doing ministry things. He specializes
in video work as you will see in the Brethren photos. He managed
the band for a while and has been a great brother through the years as
well.
So much to say. I'll just have
to get back to add things as I can. Here
are a lot of things I've written through the years concerning spiritual
things. Enjoy, -Bob